Tomorrow is D-Day (Delivery Day). I'm scheduled for a cesarean at 2:30, and they're supposed to call me today with instructions for tomorrow.
As soon as I'm able, I'll update with photos and such.
Say a little prayer for me and Baby CMS (the initials of the three final name choices) as well as The Oracle and his upcoming stretch of Mr. Mom duties. I know he can handle the job, but the kids haven't been away from me for more than a day before this. I think things might get a little bumpy here and there.
While you have Him on the line, say a prayer for Cort, too. As The Oracle and I get ready to pull our "finished product" off the assembly line, Cort and her husband have a big day today with getting two embryos off to a good start.
Their struggles to reach this point make me appreciate how fortunate the Oracle and I are to have the family we do, and my desire for their success and happiness parallells my own, if that could possibly make any sense at all. Making sense isn't an easy thing for me on an average day, but I think you understand what I mean.